Meet Blue my main Character From my debut Novel Blue's Treasure!
Whats good people? Ms. Tamluvstowrite asked that I take over her Blog and introduce myself to the good folks following her Blog. People rarely call me by my government Harper Bluesman. They call me Blue born and raised on the East Side of Buffalo, NY. I am thirty -five years old born to the parents of Harper Bluesman senior and Vera Bluesman. I am 210lbs, my height 6"2,dark complexion like a Hershey bar, my hair texture is curly but when it it's cut the waves ripple like the ocean. In the streets I was about my money it was how my father train me that if didn't make money damn sure didn't make sense. He warned me and school me on the game so I knew the two end results would either have me buried six feet under or doing a bid. Crazy how I was was knocked by my worst enemy.
There isn't a Saturday morning I don't relive the death of my mother her life taken by hit and run driver. Prison gives you nothing but time to think especially in the morning after the count and the prison is quiet. The tires screeching wakes me up and brings tears to my eyes, the visions of her face covered in bruises, blood, and tears running down her face haunt me. No one should have to witness death. Saturdays have always been a bad day for me the day that represent lost. Years later I would lose my freedom and my woman, Treasure Jones. So its been said you want to know about me? Who I am a man who has become best friends with lost, with hidden emotion deep inside of me which makes me a ticking time bomb. Yet, I have been trained to keep a level head and never be a man to let his left hand know what his right hand is doing.
I currently reside at Attica Correctional Facility it's been my home for ten years. Now that I am a ward of the state I have been considered a number, a statistic and to them I am not a man but animal locked in a cage . I remind myself I am more than a number and I am not an animal every day.So I play chess and compete against the men in here for goods. I read books to keep my mental elevated so I can stay in touch with the world. I am surrounded by hood shit everyday but I am also a Negro who can have a intellectual conversation with Barack Obama on world peace and politics. No man wants to do a bid yet I realize now I needed to do this time to weed out the real from the fake ass friends but most of all slow down before I was found in the coffin resting in peace. Amanda my girl remained loyal, my cousin Dru Money and his woman Lyrical never missed a beat with visits and keeping my tank full.
Doing a bid taught me who was loyal, all the Negroes claiming to be down for whatever became non existent. The chicks that was riding my dick and calling me they King forgot how to write and didn't accept my collect calls. What shocked me the most was the face that joined in with these disloyal Mofos the love of my life Treasure Jones? How could she leave me when shit got real? No letters, no good-byes- nothing. Our love was deeper than the physical she was my soul mate. She was my Queen and the love we share was real.
I have loved Treasure since I was fifteen years old and after all these years of moving on I still think of her and worry about her. Fucked up how it is clear she forgot about all the promises she made to always be by my side. I moved on with another woman but it's not a day that goes by that I don't dream of Treasure Marie Jones. My heart and mind won't erase her image, her smile, and her voice. The one thing I won't let her have is my emotions where I shed one tear from my eyes. Hell no! Its all-good because she had to do what she had to do.Right? I thought she be woman enough to say, “Goodbye”. I messed up letting harm come her way the day of my arrest and that guilt eats at me but I always thought we where deeper than that.
I've tried to reach out to her writing to her on birthdays, holidays and whenever I couldn't get her off my mind. When my letters returned unanswered and she never showed up to visit it was time to move on and build a life with Amanda. The past ten years Treasure ass been ghost and if I am honest it hurts like hell. Hurts that the only person you trust in this world ups and leaves you without a goodbye.
I learned few things being lock down and I took heed to this well its something my father always taught me. Love is much like a chess game and there always an opponent making moves to capture your valuable piece your QUEEN. My Treasure left me without a clue so I'm assuming that another King came and with one move landed in my spot. The great thing about life is there is always opportunity to win back everything you've lost and then some. Everything I lost ten years ago I am going to get back only this time I'm legal.
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© 2012 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.